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Im also looking for a villain(ess) novel where the transmigrator says “fuck this shit, I’m gonna be the baddest villain ever” and totally goes along with their role?

And I mean, I do think this is a fairly common trope in Asian media, or at least Chinese media, so you do have a lot to choose from!

The first one that came to mind is definitely I Have to Be a Great Villain:

Wang Yi is indeed someone who technically “embraces” his villain role pretty nicely. This is also written by the author behind Kiss the Abyss, another fun transmigration manhua. 👌

I Have to Be a Great Villain is also a newer take on many villain(ess) stories because it’s got world-hopping and also features the idea of a master system that manages smaller systems (mechanical screen entities that accompany characters who transmigrate into stories), which you also see in other Chinese stories like Don’t Pick Up Boyfriends from the Trash Bin; How’d I Get a Heroine’s Script?; Everyone Loves the Cannon Fodder; and The Protagonist Just Wants to Fall in Love.

And speaking of those stories…

I’d be remiss not to at least shout out the novels that feature what you’re asking for, although not all of them have manhua adaptations!:

Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System (I’d probably have my danmei fan license revoked if I didn’t mention it ahaha):

How to Survive as a Villain (this one does have a manhua adaptation):

The Demon Lord Only Wants to Follow the Script:

Married Thrice to Salted Fish (note: salted fish here means someone lazy/idle, as its pronunciation, 咸鱼 (xianyu) sounds like 闲余 (xianyu) meaning “idle”).

Transmigrating into a Mob Character to Rehabilitate the Villain Plan:

Also basically this entire NovelUpdates list and this Reddit discussion:

As for het stories, including what you’re asking for of a villainess who goes all-in on being a villain, I would recommend Cheng He Ti Tong! Not that she does go into it 100%, but it’s pretty close.

Cheng He Ti Tong has its original novel, a manhua adaptation, a donghua adaptation, an audio drama adaptation, and a cdrama adaptation, so you can take your pick.

Cheng He Ti Tong is also by the same author behind You Yao aka Are You OK, which isn’t about villains but also features transmigrators and is praised for its angst (and is a novel with a donghua adaptation):

And finally, while this doesn’t really have her fully embracing her role (in fact, she does run from it, although she does also play into her other identity as a demonic sect leader), I still want to recommend The Villainess Refuses to Court the Male Lead, just because it’s a fresh take on the genre. ^^

In fact, later as she tries to run from it, she finds out she can’t escape her role and plays much of it after all…but I won’t spoil it here!:

And like with the danmei novels, I also found this NovelUpdates list of recommendations and this list of recommendations from someone’s blog!:

I hope that helps and you can find something new and fun to read! 🥰

I was a year above most of them at school so they threw a "goodbye" murder mystery for me just before graduation, and about 2/3 of the way through the game we all realized that everyone had at least attempted to kill the victim. The game then shifted from "whodunnit" to "who succeeded in dunninit" which we all felt was not only super fun but above the usual level of narrative complexity for those games.

Most importantly: Jason literally died. Mortals don’t come back from the dead, not even superheroes.

Jason’s so much meaner than before. Jason was never this mean, it must be a monster wearing his skin.

The monster forgot to account for malnutrition when aging Jason up. He’d already stopped growing at 15.

The Red Hood kills people no one will miss. “Jason” says that they were bad people, and while true, it’s also an easy food source. Especially when you disguise it by building up a reputation of mutilating bodies.

“Jason’s” eyes glow in the dark. What the fuck is that. That’s a thing only monsters and godly beings can do. Last Percy checked, Jason had no godly blood anywhere in him.

“Jason” keeps trying to get Percy alone and singles him out in groups. This is obviously to corner and attempt to kill him

Bludhaven. Dick's apartment. turns out Dick was projecting how he wished he'd done better as a big brother and turning it into fanfiction. the brothers reunite because Dick's microwaving his dinner when there's a banging at the window and he turns to see Red Hood unmasked pressed up against the glass with his phone open on ao3 on his account yelling at him all muffled, 'POST THE NEXT CHAPTER YOU FUCKING COWARD'

what i'm saying is no more fanfiction writer Jason Todd. Jason was a reader, not a writer. it's his fuckass brothers that keep cooking up AUs of his life that he keeps accidentially stumbling across.

Jason, sitting at Dick's kitchen table and reading off an iPad at 3:48AM: 'Robin looked up at Nightwing with tears in his eyes, smiling slowly. "Thank you, Wing. I know we've both cast out Batman as our father, but I hope you know you'll always be my brother."'

Dick: *glaring at him with his arms crossed*

Jason: -on GOD you know i would not say that shit. what the fuck is wrong with you!? at least tag it as ooc.

Dick:

Dick: you call me weird, but you should see Tim's 'enemies to caretakers' 'Red Hood and Red Robin are Brothers' fics where he falls sick and you nurse him back to health-,

Jason: -OH DON'T WORRY I'VE FUCKIN' READ THOSE TOO. why the fuck does he want me to hand feed him chicken broth so much?!

Dick: the sickness-induced-delirium mind wants what the sickness-induced-delirium mind wants, i guess.

Jason: all my fuckin' brothers are writing goddamn fanfiction about me. fuckin' losers.

Dick: at least Damian isn't-

Jason: Red Hood adopts Robin AUs. and a few Titans Tower AUs where i succeed in taking Tim off the board.

Dick:

Jason:

Dick: i did catch Bruce writing a fathers day fluff ficlet once-

And then one day.

Dick, chained to a pillar: this time he’ll have to talk to us, i literally got tortured slightly! he HAS to ask if i’m ok

Tim, chained to the other side: yeah i still think letting them break your leg was a bit far.

*Red Hood and Robin bust in together*

Dick:

Tim:

Tim: hey you see him too right

Dick: why the fuck is Damian with him

*after they’ve been freed*

Damian: hurry up Todd, the imbeciles can get themselves home. our reservation is in ten minutes.

Jason: are you sure Dick can even walk-?

Dick, completely ignoring his injuries: WHY IS DAMIAN WITH YOU?!?!!

Damian and Jason: *look at each other confused*

Jason: …because we’re about to get lunch and then go to a museum?

Tim: why the fuck will you hang out with HIM and not US?!?!

Jason:

Damian: what on earth are you two talking about?

Jason: because he invited me? i mean, you guys could come if you want it’s just the reservation was made for two and it’s at this fancy ass place that doesn’t take changes closer than a month before-

Damian, nodding: we have been wanting to go there for a while-

Jason: -s’ really fancy-

Dick and Tim:

Dick: wait wait wait. if you’re fine hanging out with us, why do you always ignore us when we try to talk to you!!?!

Jason:

Jason: wdym?

Tim: we’ve been getting kidnapped in the alley like every week for the past three months and we don’t even have your number!

Jason:

Jason:

Jason, baffled:

Damian: did you ever actually ask for his number, Drake?

Tim:

Dick:

Tim and Dick: oh.

just everybody assuming that because Jason doesn’t wanna acknowledge Bruce’s existence that means he also hates his siblings, when in reality he thinks his relationship with his brothers is chill, and Damian’s the only one to really clock that no, Jason isn’t avoiding them, he’s just…. really antisocial and doesn’t think to do stuff with people unless they reach out to him explicitly clear that they Want To Spend Time Together so it’s literally just like

Dick, in tears: my little brother HATES ME

Jason: yeah me and Dick are real close. why haven’t i talked to him for two weeks? uh…. i mean. i just don’t have anything to say? nothing relevant to him has happened so i haven’t thought to. why?

Damian remembers that time when Talia presumed Jason dead after sending him off to train with a reminder to ‘keep her updated’ and then getting radio silence for four months. he finally shows back up one day all casual and is genuinely baffled when Talia yells at him

‘I SAID KEEP ME UPDATED JASON. WE ONLY JUST GOT YOU BACK I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD AGAIN’

‘oh my b. in my defence i was busy training and like. you already knew i was training. so it didn’t seem relevant?’

‘you can’t have ONLY trained’

‘i mean no i had evenings and weekends off. but i was just playing chess online- did you know you can play against the computer? it’s addictive as fuck-‘

Morgana spends the episode trying to weaken and kill him. Standard.

Uther insists that Arthur completes his quest alone because he believes a King must rule alone. But Arthur believes Camelot is stronger and that he is a better King for consulting his knights, even the common-born ones. Enter Gwaine, who in this episode represents all the knights - they are Arthur’s strength. Arthur himself is courage, which is what he needs in order to rule as he sees fit, not as Uther or Agravaine would have him rule. And then there’s Merlin - magic. Whether or not Arthur knows it, he needs magic at his side.

Merlin hands Morgana a drink Morgana: Thank you. What poison did you put in it this time? Merlin: Cyanid Moragan: Shame, hemlock tastes better Merlin: I know but I couldn't find any on short notice, sorry

Morgana: Why can you never just do as I say? Merlin: How about you get another fomorroh and you can see up close how it turns out when I have to do what you tell me to

Oh merlin that guy with the black hair … you mean the stable hand?

Noo i mean the physician’s apprentice….

No im pretty you are thinking about the squire who dresses like a commoner

That’s literally not who im talking about

Are you guys talking about the prince’s manservant

We’re literally not lmao

I only know that black haired boy from the stocks idk if we’re thinking about the same kid

The one with the neckerchief

Yes him

I swear he’s the prince’s personal servant

No I swearrrr he’s the stable boy and he mucks out the horses every other day

No i’m a laundress and merlin is always there laundering clothes he’s one of us i think

Also. Nobody Else and Don't You Know aren't go to jams for me but I'm playing a playslist...it came on I wasn't paying attention...until I was 💙

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I genuinely can’t recall HOW Alfred, British special forces extraordinaire, ended up working for Gotham’s (scary) sweethearts.

In my mind, he came to them bleeding.

There’s a tang of bitterness pooling in his gut. Soldiers don’t have friends. They have guns. And he’s all out.

Just when Alfred thought all is in peril, a tiny little hand gently covers a nasty bullet hole on his abdomen.

The first thing Alfred thinks about is: ‘Jesus, this kid has scary eyes.’

“Hi, Alfred.”

“…How do you—“

“Bruce! Jesus FUCKING Christ, I swear, I’m not paying for your ransom next time you run o—…What the fuck is that?”

If there’s one thing about Thomas that Alfred will never forget is his voice; The bass , so chasmic and powerful it could shake the whole world, and the burning care in his eyes despite his vulgarity.

Bruce, — who’s the tiniest bundle of a boy Alfred witnessed, is yanked up by his father’s strong hands, squeezed to his chest carefully. “Hurt,” he says. There’s a tiny, red handprint on Thomas’ shirt.

“Yeah, I didn’t notice,” Thomas mumbling, looking around.

Maybe local gangs? The bullet point is too precise, too calculated. “Who the hell are you?”

Alfred, with his raspy breath, says, “I’m the terribly rude bloke dying on your doorstep, I’m afraid. Alfred Pennyworth. At your service.”

For a guy who’s about to bleed his last, he sounds awfully sarcastic.

“Yeah, wise guy, no one’s dying on my kid’s birthday. Bruce, tell Dotty to prep up the basement. And tell your mama to get my Budlight out of the cooler. Jesus Christ.”

Alfred ends up hoisted on this man’s back. Thomas asks if he has anyone he wants to call? Anyone that’ll come pick him up? Anyone to bury him, if it comes to it.

Alfred whispers he does not.